• Sons And Fathers

When looking at her like she was crazy didn't work, Nero raised his brows and shrugged in disbelief, waiting for her to say something.

Cerene on the other hand, wasn't certain what else to say. Her eyes drifted over the blossoms as if seeking some hidden answer among them, but the thing was, somehow, she had already made up her mind on this.

Nero's brows furrowed tightly, and when he spoke, his voice was high-toned. "You're going to enroll for the Daligarth's Academy For Incarnates?"

"Yes," Cerene said firmly, nodding her head only once.

"Cerene, did you hear what I called it?" Nero asked with a serious tone. "Daligarth's Academy For Incarnates, not Avatars."

"Spheris is there," Cerene shrugged in a matter-of-fact manner. "He's an Avatar."

"Yeah, but it's different for him," Nero sighed. "He's not a Royal, so he's not exactly like us. They're going to hate him less."

"You mean the whole Incarnates hates Avatars thing?"